A Conception of Condensation For Leah 2010

Come into my cage, meet my captors
Let us toast our prurience, the marble of our affections.
They wonder at this communion of ours
the ritual in one another's flesh.

We've a language, you and I
invisible to the naked eye
like that of intimacies scrawled on mirrors
mischievous epistles emboldened only by dew.

I seek the mist between us
to know it, taste it, close it, let it steep
until it hangs in the air, dense as flesh.
I need you to come into my body
like I need the terminal recital of
breath to rehearse in my chest.

I've known your potency,
pressed it to my abdomen to ease my static.
We palpitate behind shades of composure
leaving each other at moonrise,

but we still walk together in dreams
where strands of hair are keepsakes
and eyelashes are wishes in the friction of breath.
Your kisses are sugared confections
and you string them in time with the cadence of my pulse
leaving candy necklaces on my pillow.